Time Out of Mind

Will there ever be a time,
time out of mind,
when I don't think about
looking at you just one more time?

Will there ever be a time,
time out of mind,
when you don't show up
in my sleeping psyche
which waking thought responds to
with a magnetism
that it takes every ounce of
"I can't, I won't"
to keep me grounded
to where I make my stand
and hold to what I have to?

Will there ever be a time,
time out of mind,
when the once-freed-from fear
will drop away and fall from existence
as you disappear from the face of the earth?

In all the midst of time,
of screaming silently, "why?"
the answers come faster than the questions.

I need more time
to prove I'm alive,
that I can fight,
that I exist
though one wants to kill me
and the other, forget.

I'm still me, damn you both.
You can't kill me,
and I won't forget you
whether you like it or not.
Though it's no longer requisite
that I act,
and I won't,
you can come in through the window
now, any time now,
shedding glass shards as you go
to point the barrel down my throat
and blast away.
Go ahead.
I'll forgive you,
in time,
but I'm the only one.


PamEhli/2002
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